Monday, August 12, 2013

Golshifteh Farahani in the Patience Stone

For
a woman in Afghanistan, an incapacitated husband is both dangerous and liberating. The unnamed man was never much of a husband,
at least as westerners would understand the term, but he will finally become a
good listener in Afghan expatriate Atiq Rahimi’s The Patience Stone (trailer here), which opens this Wednesday in New York.

It
was a loveless arranged marriage. Her
grizzled old husband acquired her when she was really just a child. At least he was not around much during the
early years of their marriage. Instead,
he was off fighting whomever, only periodically returning to lord over her. Over time, they had two daughters, but they never
“learned to love each other.” Yet, when
a tawdry dust-up leads to a bullet in his neck and a subsequent coma, she
loyally tends to her former tormentor.

Sending
their children to live with their worldly aunt, the woman spends her days
maintaining their battle-damaged home and watching over her comatose husband. She
must keep him hidden from sight, lest the roving bands of warlords recognize
her defenseless position. Unfortunately,
a small contingent of soldiers eventually barges in, with the intent of forcing
themselves on her. Understanding the
perverse nature of her country’s misogyny, she claims to be a prostitute,
causing most of them to lose interest. As her aunt explains, those sharing their virulent
Islamist mentality take manly pride from raping virgins, but are repulsed by
sexually experienced women.

However,
the shy one eventually sneaks back, hoping to hire the woman’s services. She does not exactly agree at first, but they
soon share intimate encounters on a regular basis. In fact, she starts to enjoy them, both as a
sexually liberating experience and a passive aggressive salvo against her
husband. She does indeed confess each
assignation to him, as well as the rest of her deepest, darkest secrets. He has become her “Patience Stone,” the
mythological vessel that retains all the sorrow the owner divulges, until it
finally shatters.

What
a lovely corner of the world this is.
Women are treated like chattel, forced to wear burqas, and consequently
blamed the predatory behavior of men.
Atiq’s film, based on his French language Prix Goncourt winning novel,
quite boldly examines the pathological sexism of Islamist society. If it sounds vaguely homoerotic when the
young soldier confides to the woman his commander puts bells on his feet and makes
him dance in the evenings, it should.
Atiq is rather circumspect in his handling of this issue, essentially
using it to establish the woman’s sense of compassionate outrage. Fair enough, there is only so much that can
easily fit in an intimate chamber drama such as Stone.

Essentially,
Stone is a two-hander, but the second
hand spends nearly the entire film in a persistent vegetative state. Fortunately, Golshifteh Farahani, the Iranian
exile based in Paris (seen in Chicken and Plumsand Ridley Scott’s mullah-offending Body of Lies), is extraordinarily compelling as the woman, largely
carrying the film on her shoulders. It
is a profoundly vulnerable yet surprisingly sensual performance, likely to
equally inspire her fans and outrage the theocrats in her Iranian homeland.
Still, Mossi Mrowat has some quietly powerful moments as the young naïve soldier.

True the limits of the woman’s world, Stone has a two-set, four-character
staginess that it just cannot shake loose.
Nevertheless, it powerfully crystallizes all the anguish and rage pent-up
inside exploited women like Atiq’s protagonist. He and Farahani might be exiles, but with Stone they vividly hold a mirror up to
their respective societies. Recommended
for those concerned about the state of women’s rights in the Islamic world and
fans of Farahani, Patience Stone opens
this Wednesday (8/14) at New York’s Film Forum.

About Me

J.B. (Joe Bendel) works in the book publishing industry, and also teaches jazz survey courses at NYU's School of Continuing and Professional Studies. He has written jazz articles for publications which would be appalled by his political affiliation. He also coordinated instrument donations for displaced musicians on a volunteer basis for the Jazz Foundation of America during the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Send e-mail to: jb.feedback "at" yahoo "dot" com.